DEB I grew up in like, the middle of nowhere And I swore I would never go back. My hometown was like the suburb of a suburb I actually lived on a cul-de-sac. That's literally a road that goes nowhere. That's the definition of dead end. I said, “I can't wait to learn to do a three-point-turn” Because I don't wanna be here.
In four long years, I finished up with high school. Graduated top of my class. Thank you! But in college I discovered that devising my own major Was a bureaucratic pain in the ass. I thought I'd recontextualize Sartre But could only register for first-year French. Ha! Well, you should've heard my mom when I dropped the bomb And said, “I don't wanna be here No, I don't wanna be here.”
Now, I am not a negative person It's just that I've always known that I had places to go Dreams to fulfill and ideas to discover They're just never where I am.
So anyway, back at school I waited five semesters Till I could snag one of their random degrees I moved down south, ‘cause I heard everyone was hiring And they were. At the Applebee's. They fired me, like, three weeks later. My sublet promptly, whoops, fell through. As I checked into a hotel, I said, “It's just as well. Because I don't wanna be here. No, I don't wanna be here.”
And I, I was not a negative person So I packed up my bags, though I had no place to go I opened a map and said, “Show me my future. ‘Cause it isn't where I am.”
I finally got a job at some hum-drum office Like everyone right out of school does I sat there at my cubicle every day Sending faxes, and that's what my life was Oh, I went back home and said to my parents, “I know what I've got to do.” And since I am a dork I moved to New York And I started grad school. I really don't wanna be here.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
